What She Did

Reflection in the mirror, covered in blood.
Water on the floor, I drowned my soul in the tub.
Drugs crushed on the sink, this is what I do for a rush.
Friends banging on the door and they're begging out of love,
But......
I need another hit so I don't feel.
Another hit so I deal.
And they scream "You have to let us in to heal! Another hit could kill!"
I know, but I don't care about the harm.
I wore my heart on my sleeve, She still left. She's still gone.
I want to take that knife out my back, and amputate the arm.
She's so cold.
She's so cold.
She's so cold after doing that snow off the counter.
Guard your heart if ever you come around Her.
She's colder than the middle of December.
She's the type to ruin your life, trust me you would let Her.
Because She's that beauty that you only find in hell.
So your soul you would sell.
Your soul you would sell.
What you get for it won't be much.
Just a crippled heart, and those vices as a crutch.
I tell people I'm fine without Her.
But they know it's just a bluff.
Because they see me sitting getting drunk until I'm sick and throwing up.

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Editor’s Note

The number one question our editors receive is—what do the editors and judges look for when judging the contest? The number one answer we give is creativity. Unlike prose, writing composed in everyday language, poetry is considered a creative art and requires a different type of effort and a certain level of depth. Of the thousands of poems entered in each contest, the ones that catch our judges’ eyes are the ones that remove us, even just slightly, from the scope of everyday life by using language that is interesting, specific, vivid, obscure, compelling, figurative, and so on. Oftentimes, poems are pulled aside for a second look based simply on certain words that intrigued the reader. So first and foremost, be sure your poetry is written using creative language. Take general ideas and make them personal. In his infamous book De/Compositions: 101 Good Poems Gone Wrong, W. D. Snodgrass imparts, “We cannot honestly discuss or represent our lives, any more than our poems, without using ideational language.”